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Blair accelerated and hurried upstairs. She opened her suitcase, took out her umbrella, and then hurried back down.

When she joined Miller and they were about to leave, she heard the old granny ask her son, “I think something is not right. Son, is there a rainstorm?”

Her son was busy cooking in the kitchen as they still had some guests.

He was too busy prodding the fire with a poker to notice his mother’s mumbles.

After some hesitation, Blair suggested, “Miller, the old granny said there might be a rainstorm. This is the mountain area. How about we—”

Before she could finish speaking, Miller cut her off. He was slightly annoyed by her and the granny’s superstitious nature.

“You have an umbrella, don’t you? If there really is a rainstorm, we can take shelter from rain.” He grabbed her wrist and led her to catch up to his colleagues.

she chose to listen

group of more than ten people and followed a small path up the hill. After dozens of minutes, they saw

Miller’s male colleague said with a smug smile, “I told you.

so many years. I think she can tell more about the weather than the weather department just by looking at the sky.

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scornful glance at her and snorted inwardly, ‘It’s true what they say-the prettier a woman is, the dumber

face. Several dark clouds soon blocked the sun and threatened to release a big

their heads and cried inwardly,

umbrella out of her backpack with

faces hard. Not a single person from the men had brought an umbrella, and only some of the women were carrying

unable to find shelter from

one arm, Miller held her umbrella with the other, guiding her forward in his protective

Blair struggled at first, but soon